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  But Dom isn’t so easily mired. He touches me with authority, like he’s met my every curve before. Like he knows exactly what buttons to push to make me keen and writhe in his grasp. It’s intoxicating, being held and moved with such confidence. I can tell Dom is a cautious man, but he doesn’t second guess himself. He identifies what he wants, and then promptly seizes it, and god forbid anyone stand in his way.

  We’re more alike than I could’ve imagined.

  His fingers roll my nipples between them, the silky fabric of my dress only heightening my pleasure. I moan, arching my back as he leans in and kisses the soft flesh of my neck, just an inch or two below my ear. His teeth graze my skin lightly, just enough to thrill me. And then he bites down gently, and the explosion of complex bliss mingled edged with just the faintest hint of pain nearly makes me collapse. But Dominick holds me up, his body pressed against me. He roughly wedges a leg between my thighs and hikes up the skirt of my gown with his free hand, gathering the folds of black fabric around my hips and exposing the expensive, black lace lingerie underneath.

  “You’re a woman with means,” he growls. “I can see that. And I must say, I like the way you spend your money,” he adds, running his fingertips along my damp slit through my designer panties. I whimper and buck against him, longing for more.

  He smirks and uses a finger to deftly hook under my panties, slipping them easily to the side so that my slick folds are exposed to the air. I hold my breath as Dom slowly, rhythmically runs his fingers up and down the middle, teasing me, making me wetter by the second. When he finally slides two long fingers inside of me, I gasp and shiver. He holds me in place while his fingers slide in and out of my slick hole, crooking ever so slightly to better stroke my g-spot deep within. With every stroke, I’m getting closer and closer, my whole body tensing for a release. Usually it takes so much longer than this, even by myself. But it’s like he has magical fingers. Nobody has ever touched me this way before.

  “I’m so close,” I murmur breathlessly.

  “Good. Come for me, baby,” he whispers, and I can’t help but obey.

  I cry out with pleasure, my pussy clenching with every shockwave of pleasure. To my surprise, Dom drops to his knees in front of me. I open my eyes to see him drape my leg over his left shoulder, keeping my dress hiked up to my hips as he leans in and begins to devour my slick, twitching cunny. I whimper and moan at the sensation of his tongue, rigidly circling my clit, lapping up every drop of my sweet honey. I instinctively reach down to run my fingers through his hair as he eats me out, seemingly ravenous for me. The thin straps of my dress slip down my shoulders and my legs begin to shake as I hurtle toward another climax.

  “Oh—Dom,” I choke out, just before gushing over his tongue and lips.

  He groans appreciatively, and just when I think he might be done with me, I’m startled to see him stand up and scoop me into his arms. “Where are we going?” I laugh, glancing around the room. I assume he’s going to lay me down on the sleek white leather sofa or the authentic Persian rug on the floor, or even just carry me off to the bedroom just off the main sitting area.

  But where he actually takes me is wildly different and unexpected. Dom carries me out the glossy French doors onto the balcony before setting me down. My eyes widen and my heart starts to gallop along at a dangerous pace. This is risky and we both know it, but when Dom leans back against the railing and unbuttons his suit pants, sliding down his black boxers to let his massive, thick shaft bounce free into the night air, I can feel myself salivating in anticipation.

  I can’t remember the last time I ever wanted to touch someone so badly. In fact, I don’t think it’s ever happened before. Not like this. I lick my lips and drop to my knees in front of him, not giving a damn that the knees of my thigh-high hosiery are being frictioned into ragged holes. I might even have bruises later. I already know Dominick has kissed soft bruises into my neck. I should be more worried about this, about ruining my appearance which is so integral to my success on the casino floor. But right now, I couldn’t possibly care less. All I want is to wrap my lips around that glorious cock. And so I do. I lean forward and fold my hands around his shaft, pumping gently at first, teasing the engorged head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. I swirl it around, licking and tonguing the delicate underside before Dom reaches down to press slightly at the back of my head, guiding me to take more of him.

  It’s what I want, too.

  I moan, sending vibrations through his body as I tug his full, thick length into my mouth. I swallow him down to the root, my hands fondling his sac while the head of his cock brushes against my throat. I can feel myself getting wetter between my thighs. I love the sensation of a huge cock stretching my cheeks, poking at my throat, filling up one of my eager holes.

  And the way he’s sighing and groaning as I bob up and down, sucking harder and faster. I’m not usually one to offer service. I’m much more accustomed to being served. But I can’t resist Dominick.

  I can’t resist his cock.

  I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel. His fingers tangle in my hair, pressing me down, his hips thrusting involuntarily as his cock rams into my throat. It hits me again that we’re outside on the balcony. I’m no fool. I know to expect security cameras somewhere around here. Some bored security monitor guy could be watching us.

  For some reason, that doesn’t turn me off. In fact, it just makes the whole situation even hotter. I decide that if I’m going to be on camera, I might as well make it a damn good performance. But before I can bring Dom over the edge, he pushes me back. His cock leaves my mouth with a wet pop and I peer up at him wide-eyed, almost pouting with disappointment. But he only smirks and crooks a finger, gesturing for me to get up.

  I stand up and he pulls me close, kissing me hard. It gives me a thrill to know that he’s tasting himself on my lips. He doesn’t shy away from it. He growls against my mouth, his hand slipping down to hike my dress up and stroke my slick pussy.

  “What’s your plan here, handsome?” I mumble in his ear.

  “I’m going to fuck you in front of the whole strip,” he replies in a rasping voice. “People come to Vegas for a show, and that’s exactly what we’re going to give them.”

  With that, he slides his leg between my thighs again, hoisting me up just enough to position the head of his cock at my slick opening. I hold my breath as he slowly pushes inside, taking me inch by inch. I moan and whimper incoherently, my body shuddering as he sheathes himself completely inside me until the tip nudges against my g-spot. Over his shoulder, I can see the city of Las Vegas far, far below. The bright neon lights. The standstill traffic. The crowds weaving down the streets like a twisted river. One misstep by Dominick could send one or both of us hurtling over the edge to a bloody death.

  And yet, it’s not fear that fills my heart. It’s desire.

  Dom thrusts faster and harder, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss as he fucks me, both of us gasping and moaning in the throes of unbelievable pleasure. It’s the thrill of being seen. It’s the threat of falling to our deaths. It’s the insanity of trusting a man I hardly know to hold me and fuck me like I deserve to be. His lips trail from my mouth to my ear, and he murmurs my name, my real name. Hearing those two syllables on his lips make me shudder. He says my name with such certainty. As though to say, of course it’s you.

  “Harder,” I whisper fervently, between gritted teeth.

  He fucks me harder, the two of us grinding together, mostly clothed and staring feverishly into each other’s eyes. His cock slams into that tantalizing place inside me again and again, our bodies moving in perfect tandem until finally, with a combined cry, we both come. I feel his cock explode with hot, sticky seed deep inside my clenching, pulsing cunny. He kisses me through the waves of pleasure, the two of us clinging together in strange desperation, far above the city.

  Dominick

  I still feel as warm and relaxed when I wake up the next morning, every muscle
in my body thanking me for what we did last night. I move my legs in my sheets until I felt her warm skin still in bed, and I have to say, I’m surprised. I would have bet anything that she’d be gone this morning, possibly with as much personal information of mine she could get her hands on. I’m a heavy sleeper, it wouldn’t have been very hard.

  But she’s still sleeping quietly next to me, red hair strewn over her face in the darkness of the room. I can just barely make out her features, half-buried in sheets. Her eyes haven’t opened yet, and I don’t get the impression she’s faking being asleep... but I wouldn’t put it past her, either.

  Slowly, I slide out of the sheets and stand up, stretch, and head over to the bathroom after grabbing my phone. The bathroom doors are pretty solid, so with the white noise of the shower water running and the fan going, it’s easy to do something without being overheard.

  Naturally, I call for room service and order us a lavish breakfast before jumping in the shower.

  Steaming hot water washes over my naked body, relaxing every muscle even further, so much so that I feel like I could lie down and go to sleep again. I run my hands through my short, dark hair and wash out the smell of cigarette smoke and the stale air of the casino off me.

  Every time the thought of that stunning redhead in bed crosses my mind, I feel my shaft start to wake up and swell, eager for another round with her. I give my cock a few strokes, letting out a soft groan as it sends ripples of warmth through my body. But with room service on the way, I don’t want to spend too much time enjoying myself in the shower.

  Ten minutes later, I come out feeling fresh and towel myself off before stepping outside.

  As soon as the bathroom light streams out into the main room, Hadley sits bolt upright, suddenly on high alert with wide eyes and a frightened face. I freeze in place, putting a hand up and smiling warmly.

  “Morning, sunshine,” I say, realizing my voice is still thick with sleep. “Don’t tell me I’m that forgettable.”

  She smirks, and her shoulders relax.

  “Surprised to see you still here,” she says smugly.

  “I was thinking the same about you,” I say as I stride naked into the room, watching her eyes drink in my body as she slowly pushes the sheets off herself and stretches up into the air.

  Before she can reply, a knock comes at the door, and she gasps, guard going up again immediately. I wonder how used she is to this kind of lifestyle. She jumps into action-mode too quickly to be anything but experienced.

  “Don’t worry, that should be the room service I ordered,” I say as I lazily grab my pants and pull them over my legs. As I do, she quickly grabs the nearest piece of clothing she can find, which happens to be the shirt of my suit. She slips it over her shoulders and buttons it up quickly, giving me a playful smirk as she does.

  I raise an eyebrow at her, chuckling as I head to the door and pull it open. A server I recognize is standing there with the tray of breakfast foods that smell heavenly. I give him a nod, pull out a $100 bill from my back pocket to hand him, then snatch the cart inside and shut the door before he can so much as say anything.

  “You work fast around here,” She points out as she slides her legs out from under the sheets and props up the pillows to let her lean against the headboard while she watches me. I bring the cart over, and I start fixing a large plate for her.

  The breakfast spread includes rich, applewood-smoked bacon, thick sausage patties on open-faced flaky, buttery biscuits, poached eggs seasoned with smoked paprika, and in case she was feeling like it was going to be the kind of day that called for a lot of carbs, a side of patatas bravas. To drink, I had ordered a French press full of the best coffee the house had to offer, but I also had a bottle of champagne and carafe of orange juice on the side.

  “Do you like mimosas?” I ask as I hand her a heavy plate of food that makes her eyes go wide. “I’m making one for me, anyway, so…”

  “Um, yeah,” she says, smiling brightly. I serve us up a couple of drinks, then get onto the bed, lying opposite her with my elbow propping me up at the foot of the bed, giving us a good look at each other while we eat.

  “So,” I start, “you’re still here, and that incident with your friend didn’t scare you off—in fact, you’re still raking in winnings.” She watches me carefully as I speak, trying to read my face for signs of... anything. But all I wear is a curious smile, and that’s all I plan on showing. “You’re an intriguing woman, Hadley. Or was it Naomi?”

  I have even more reason to be interested in Hadley now.

  I spent all of last night wrangling with my boss over a new problem the casino has. According to Jerry, someone cleaned us out for a few million over the past couple night. He’s convinced that whoever it is is a team of professionals who must be cheating, because the odds are usually skewed to heavily in favor of the house here to let anyone get away with too much money.

  But the thing is, nobody else seems to have caught onto Hadley’s presence like I have. And if I were a gambling man, I’d bet that her friend Vanessa is in on the same scheme as Hadley, part of the same team. But nobody pays attention to the women. Everyone, especially the men, just assume they’re wall flowers there to look pretty and go home with some rich gambler who hits a lucky break.

  So, that means that by lying here, looking at nearly six feet of a gorgeous and cunning woman who’s at least pretending to be this into me and doesn’t seem to know who I am or who I work for... I find myself in a very interesting position.

  I know Hadley is up to something, and nobody else does, not even my boss.

  “I’m not apologizing for giving a fake name, if that’s what you’re fishing for,” she says, smirking at me while sipping a mimosa. “I didn’t have any idea who you were. And I still don’t, to be honest, but you’ve exposed more of me than anyone else at this casino.”

  “I don’t blame you,” I say, picking around my biscuit. “Cleaning out a bunch of rich fucks like them? It’s a dangerous game, but you look like you know how to handle yourself. I’d be more surprised if you didn’t give a fake name.”

  “Well, this one’s real,” she says. “Vanessa was... not in a great place. She’s alright now, though, if you were curious.”

  “I’m more curious about you,” I say with a wink.

  “Yes, you are,” she muses, narrowing her eyes at me. “That’s worrisome, you know.”

  “What can I say? It’s not every day you see someone like you walk through the doors of this place and clean house that well without cheating.”

  She arches a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me.

  “And how do you know I’m playing fair?” she challenges me, tilting her head to the side.

  “I think you don’t need to cheat,” I say simply. “You’ve got skill, and a lot of it, and the kinds of guys you play with don’t recognize that. I bet it makes it easy to take them for a ride. I can only imagine what kind of a rush that is.”

  A smile curls her lips up, and I can tell I’ve hit on something interesting.

  “You don’t know the half of it,” she purrs.

  I was almost afraid she’d say that.

  Jerry Laskin isn’t the kind of guy you fuck around with. If you can’t play at the big boy table, get the fuck out. So when he told me last night that I needed to find out whoever was cheating him out of that much money and put a bullet in their brain, I know he doesn’t really care if the guest is actually cheating. It could be a perfectly legitimate professional gambler.

  Point is, nobody beats the mafia.

  Losing this much money is a big slap to the face. And he wasn’t exaggerating—we lost tens of millions last night. It’s definitely a team of people, and I’d be willing to bet my career that Hadley is part of that team. I just need to find out how it works…

  ...and then decide what to do with that valuable information.

  “So, are you planning on being a tease all morning, or are you going to tell me the half of it?” I ask.

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bsp; “You know what?” she says after a thoughtful sip of mimosa. “I think I will. And you know why?”

  “Can’t imagine,” I say with a mild smile.

  “Because you’re the only guy I’ve run into in this game who isn’t a complete dipshit, and I’m playing a big game,” she says, crossing her legs under her and smiling deviously. She’s excited, and it occurs to me that I might be the first person she’s letting in on this.

  Is she desperate to tell someone? Secrets can be hard to keep, surprisingly so, and especially when there’s this much money involved. There’s a look in her eyes I recognize. It’s loneliness, but it’s sparked by that wild streak she has, that thirst for adrenaline I saw so clearly out on the balcony last night.

  Yeah, she’s eager for someone she sees as being on her level.

  “I’ve seen some pretty big games in my day, so you’ve got my attention,” I say.

  She gives one more moment’s hesitant thought before she smiles and starts talking.

  “You probably figured out Vanessa and I aren’t just friends, exactly,” she says. “We’re sort of like coworkers. Teammates. That doe-eyed wilting flower routine didn’t fool you the other night, did it? She works the tables every bit as well as I do.”

  I raise my eyebrows, feeling a sinking sensation in my gut. If Hadley is the one at the center of this web, I’m going to have a major problem. I show none of that emotion, though.

  “You’re right, we don’t cheat, and you’re right, it’s because we don’t need to,” she goes on, looking smugger and prouder of herself by the moment. I can tell she has really been waiting a long time to be able to talk about this. I feel privileged to be the one to hear it. “The guys out there, they take one look at us and write us off. Yeah, I play up the ‘dumb debutante’ routine, but I barely need to. Some of the girls don’t even bother with that.”